Chapter Ten #3
“Pro: these gorgeous breasts.” I pressed them together and suckled her nipples.
She gurgled, and moaned around my cock buried down her throat.
“Lift your legs,” I ordered. I slid my hands beneath her ass as she obeyed, drawing her hips into the air as well.
“Pro: this slick pussy.” I ran my tongue along her seam, her throaty growl wrapping my cock in a series of tiny tremors.
I buried my face and a primal scream erupted from her swallowing my cock. I clamped down on her swollen nub. I rode her pleasure, thrusting rapidly while a powerful orgasm stormed through her.
When she went limp, it was my turn. Straightening, my cock popped from her mouth.
“On your knees, baby.” I guided her into position and thrust deep inside of her as she arched her back and yowled like a heat-crazed cat. “Pro: the way you respond to me.”
Gripping her hips like a drowning man with a life preserver, I took her savagely. Gaby dropped her chest and gripped the blankets, hanging on tightly while I rode her hard. “Pro: the way you grip my cock inside of you and let me take you how I wish.”
“Oh! My goodness! Tano!” My name swept up into a scream as her tight pussy gripped my cock, milking me while she came. Heat zapped down my spine, exploding in my balls as I released my seed deep inside of her.
“Pro: the way you call my name when you're happy, dolce tesorina. You are my sweet little treasure, aren't you, Gabriella?”
“Yes. Gaetano.”
I liked hearing my name on her lips. More than I should have.
For years, I'd kept people at a distance. It was safer that way.
Then Gabriella had arrived and somehow made herself at home beneath my defenses.
“Good girl.”
I brushed a strand of hair from her face and let my gaze linger on her.
“Are you ready to let me take care of you?”
She rolled onto her back. With her body relaxed and her giant mane of hair spread everywhere, she’d never looked more beautiful.
“Pro: this beautiful woman, safe and in my bed.”
She managed a lazy smile. “That’s not a pro about me. That’s about what you like.”
“Yes, and I like you well-fucked and in my bed.”
She giggled, reaching overhead to grab a pillow and toss it at me.
“Does that mean you need more persuading? If so, I’ll happily stack up those pillows under your hips and give you a spanking you’ll never forget.”
Her pupils dilated. My naughty nurse liked her spankings, and the harder, the better it seemed.
“Pro: that you were never spanked by anyone but me.”
Her jaw dropped in shock. “How did you know that?”
“Because you tell me so, bella. The hitch in your breath, the color of your cheek, a stolen glance that lingers—like many things in life, observation provides the answers. You’re still learning what you like, and I enjoy introducing you to the things I like.”
“Controlling the narrative, you mean,” she accused.
“You like that, too,” I countered and she blushed.
“You like to be controlled, punished and spanked, and not just during sex. You crave my dominance, although you haven’t yet come to terms with your desires.
You have sacrificed so much to have your freedom, and you feel that by submitting yourself to me, you are betraying the young girl who fought in any way she could for equality in a family dynamic where daughters are honored for obedience and not for their thoughts or desires.
You aren’t betraying that girl, Gabriella, you are making way for the woman to emerge and it’s okay to let yourself want something that part of your brain interprets as archaic or backwards. ”
Her eyes continued to round at my words. A truth I was sure she’d never explored, never mind engaged in dialogue about.
“I…erm, yes, you are correct. I feel uncomfortable wanting what I want at times. I feel like a slut and that has always been viewed as negative.”
I reached up and brushed my thumb along her cheek.
“There is nothing shameful about desire, Gabriella.”
She held my gaze.
“Wanting to be loved. Wanting to be wanted. Wanting someone you trust to take care of you. None of those things make you weak.”
Her breath caught.
“You've spent so much of your life fighting for the right to make your own choices that you've convinced yourself wanting someone is the same thing as surrendering to them.”
“And it's not?”
“No.” I shook my head. “It's choosing. There's a difference.”
Something vulnerable flickered across her face.
“Really? There is nothing about me you would change?”
“Nothing, tesorina. You're stubborn, complicated, infuriating, and beautiful exactly as you are.
A treasure made for me. Now say you’ll marry me.”
She rolled onto her knees before me. “Yes, Gaetano Vitale, I will marry you.”
I gathered her into my arms and brought her to the edge of the bed, then knelt on the floor and removed the little box from my pants pocket and presented it to her.
“Good thing you said yes. I didn’t want to have to take this back.” I opened the box, drawing a gasp from Gaby.
“Oh my god, it’s so beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
Nor would she. I’d had the ring flown in from an artist in Florence who made it on the fly in record time and sent it straight to me. It was an Italian infinity design, black tungsten carbide and rose gold twisted together around a massive center stone.
I removed it from the box and slid it onto her finger. A few tears leaked down her cheeks. She gazed at me, eyes wide open, really looking at me, searching. Her expression slowly morphed, her eyes glittering with humor. “Does this mean I’m now Mrs. Doctor Vitale?”
“Oh, so this was your plan all along, to marry the infamous Doctor Vitale.” I rose to my feet and gently pushed her back down on the bed.
“Well, what parents wouldn’t love a doctor for a son-in-law?” A furrow appeared between her brows. It was such an ordinary question, the kind asked by people who didn't grow up measuring every relationship against power and obligation.
“Hey sweet girl. Stay with me.” Her thoughts had already raced three steps ahead, worrying about problems that didn't exist yet. “Our marriage will be on our terms, not dictated by others' perceptions. We’ll get it all sorted. You’ll see.”
She smiled sweetly. “I hope you’re right.”
“I’m always right.”